Chapter 4010: 4010 Chapter 4010: Return Wan Zhongling, this remnant soul from countless years ago, had once reached a realm beyond eternity. In their terminology, this was called the Saint Spirit Realm a step beyond eternity, the final step. By their naming, Lin Moyu realized that the realm he reached through origin arts could be called "Half Step Saint Spirit," just barely touching the threshold of the Saint Spirit Realm, yet already rejected by the world. What he called the "world" was also what Wan Zhongling called a "domain." Two different worlds, different terms, but the same concept. Lin Moyu translated Wan Zhongling’s explanations into terms he could understand. It seemed that, while his own world didn’t have as many geniuses as the Myriad Spirits Pavilion, the Daos in his world were not isolated from each other. Cultivators could study multiple Daos simultaneously, which meant their understanding of the world surpassed that of Wan Zhongling’s era. Furthermore, what Wan Zhongling called the Saint Spirit Realm was simply the step taken after achieving eternity. This step was extremely difficult and not tolerated by the world; in all history, only a handful had ever taken it. Even taking half a step, as Lin Moyu had, was incredibly rare. However, Lin Moyu felt his world was still young given another hundred million years, more people would surely take that step, and the number would only grow. The whole world felt like it was storing up power for a great leap. Events spanning millions or even tens of millions of years were, from the world’s perspective, just fleeting moments. For a world, time is measured in hundreds of millions or even billions of years, and only then do great changes occur. After explaining the uses of several treasures, Wan Zhongling finished, and Lin Moyu knew his journey was ending. Still, he had one more question: "Senior, do you know about the Myriad Marvels Stele?" Wan Zhongling replied, "Of course. The Myriad Marvels Stele was crafted by the number one person in the domain, the peak Saint Spirit Wan Miao Supreme. The stele contains all the secret arts of our domain." Lin Moyu asked, "Why did Wan Miao Supreme create the stele?" Wan Zhongling answered, "According to him, he wanted to gather the power of all secret arts in the domain and break down the barriers between Daos. But it seems he didn’t succeed. If he had, perhaps we wouldn’t have ended up like this." Wan Zhongling’s remnant soul sighed. Though his realm had been unimaginably high, only a wisp of his soul remained after countless years. Sadly, he was forever trapped here, his memories all in the past. To Lin Moyu, such an existence, persisting for endless years, was rather pitiful. To live, one should live freely; to die, one should die cleanly he didn’t like this kind of lingering existence. Buzz! A bell sounded from nowhere, cutting through space and vibrating through the world, as if someone had plucked the deepest string, making souls tremble. A massive stele appeared in the world, with a phantom standing atop it the same figure who had spoken Dao truths in the clouds. Wan Zhongling saw the figure and sighed, "I didn’t expect even Wan Miao Supreme to be gone." The phantom atop the stele was Wan Miao Supreme, not a remnant soul, but a trace of will left in the stele. With his appearance, Lin Moyu knew his time was up the Myriad Marvels Stele was here to send him away. Lin Moyu bowed to Wan Zhongling. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior. I have gained much, and I will pass on your Dao legacy please be at ease." Wan Zhongling laughed. "I believe in you. Go back, cultivate well, and one day you will surpass me." Lin Moyu nodded and flew toward the Myriad Marvels Stele. The stele glowed, and an opening appeared, familiar energy rushing out. Lin Moyu bowed respectfully to Wan Miao Supreme, then entered the opening. The stele vanished. Wan Zhongling waved his hand, and the Myriad Spirits Pavilion was shrouded in thick mist, completely hidden. His voice echoed in the mist, "Is he the only hope? I hope he can succeed. But after so long, maybe it doesn’t matter anymore." His voice was full of helplessness and regret, fading away in the fog. ... Lin Moyu reappeared in the world. The gate closed with a roar, then turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance. After a while, space shattered, and the gate disappeared into the void. Lin Moyu took out the key and saw it was now dim and unusable. He knew he’d have to wait until the gate reappeared before he could use the key to find it again. This could take thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Lin Moyu was in no hurry he had things to do. Time flowed differently inside the gate; he had no idea how long he’d been gone. He took out the Life Dao Crystal and activated it. Saint Heart’s voice came from inside, "Fellow Daoist Lin, did you find that guy?" Lin Moyu replied, "He’s already gone and won’t appear for now. You can rest easy." Saint Heart sounded puzzled. "Gone?" Lin Moyu explained, "I opened the gate, and he chased me inside. We fought, and in the end, he was sealed inside." The Soul Eater Emperor came from that gate, and now he was sealed back inside this was karma. Saint Heart seemed relieved. "If that’s so, then all is well." Lin Moyu asked, "Saint Heart, how many years has it been since we last spoke?" Saint Heart answered without hesitation, "Two thousand seven hundred and sixty eight years." "So long!" Lin Moyu was surprised. That meant he’d been inside the gate for over 1,500 years in the real world. Now, there were only one to two thousand years left before the Origin Continent’s world will awakened again. If it awoke early, there might not even be a thousand years left. Lin Moyu said, "Thank you, Saint Heart. I have things to take care of, so I won’t disturb you further." Saint Heart replied simply, "If you need anything, just call." Lin Moyu put away the Life Dao Crystal and entered the Great Thousand World. Inside, Xiao Peng was in the chaos region. When Lin Moyu emerged, he sensed heavenly punishment Xiao Peng was not a creature of this world and wasn’t accepted by its laws. Lin Moyu immediately brought Xiao Peng into the Great Thousand World, where the chaos region was perfect for him to settle down. Seeing Xiao Peng comfortable there, Lin Moyu was at ease. He summoned Fire Three and flew toward the Origin Continent. Months later, after more than a thousand years, he finally returned. The continent was as usual. From outside, Lin Moyu sensed that the world will had grown stronger, but there was still some time before it would awaken. "There’s still time for me to act." "Hopefully, that guy has found a suitable world." 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